Lyrics Childish Major – Shine

Yeah, yeah

Pressure on my shoulder, weight of world, man
Man the world ain’t fair
But put this on my life, I’ma shine this year

Call up, they say the club finna hit cap, fuck it
We know the owner finna come through in the back runnin’
Just pulled up, he and me, but believe me, it’s more comin’
Across the room, she eyein’ me, and honestly, she is stunnin’
Ooh, yeah I’ll steal her, take a bag to keep the beats runnin’
Still grindin’ like there ain’t no bag and we ain’t did nothin’
Still know we good, still know we go, still got a way to go
They got a hand in every plate, don’t let ’em play with yours

Pressure on my shoulder, weight of world, man
Man the world ain’t fair
But put this on my life, I’ma shine this year
When you down bad, man, they love to call you broke
But when they see your wins, it give the whole hood hope, ayy
Why you hate on him, man, you must be doin’ dope, hmm
When they try to box you out, you kick the fuckin’ door in
Say you used to know me, give a fuck about an old friend

Ooh, I gotta shout out all my haters
You the reason why I had to run it up, get this paper
I had to grind and prove it to myself, ’cause wa’n’t nobody else listenin’
Worry ’bout myself and get that I’ll up out my system, man
I can’t have my piece on the lease, I need to own that
You fine as hell, I wanna rock your bell, but where your dome at?
All these plans I got, I need to expand to fold shit
Run up these O’s fast (Yeah), you gotta know that (Yeah)

Pressure on my shoulder, weight of world, man
Man the world ain’t fair
But put this on my life, I’ma shine this year
When you down bad, man, they love to call you broke
But when they see your wins, it give the whole hood hope, ayy
Why you hate on him, man, you must be doin’ dope, hmm
When they try to box you out, you kick the fuckin’ door in
Say you used to know me, give a fuck about an old friend
Say you used to know me, give a fuck about an old-